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<blockquote data-quote="AuroraGyps" data-source="post: 2059993" data-attributes="member: 1166">This has happened to me a few times, but not with such an awful outcome.&nbsp; I once dreamt of the father of my oldest friend, of whom I hadn't seen for at least 6 or 7 years (he lived near Poughkeepskie, while I'm closer to Westchester).&nbsp; The next day, he walked into the store I worked in to buy a pack of smokes while he working (he woeked for the phone company).&nbsp; Another time, I dreamt about a friend of mine that I hadn't seen in 5 or 6 years and the next day she called me.The same thing has happened to my mom.&nbsp; She once had a dream that my uncle, her brother that works for the phone co. fell off a telephone pole.&nbsp; A few days later, my uncle's wife was on the phone with my mom and told her that a phone poll had fallen and hit my uncle, but luckily it only broke his wrise t or arm.The Weirdest thing that ever happened I was awake for.&nbsp; My mom and I were folding laundry, and I asked her if she'd ever had a crush on a famous person ( I was in HS at the time).&nbsp; She said no, but I mentioned a few names like The Beatles, Cary Grant, a couple others.&nbsp; She said not really, and it was the end of the conversation.&nbsp; The next morning, she asked me about what we were talking about and what names I had mentioned.&nbsp; I remembered wrong saying Clark Gable, which I kinda knew was wrong.&nbsp; Mom was like, &quot;no, it was Cary Grant.... he died last night rehersing on stage about the same time were having our talk.&quot;&nbsp; To this day, I tell people I killed Cary Grant. <img src="https://cdn.jsdelivr.net/joypixels/assets/8.0/png/unicode/64/1f631.png" class="smilie smilie--emoji" loading="lazy" width="64" height="64" alt=":eek:" title="Eek!&nbsp; &nbsp; :eek:"&nbsp; data-smilie="9"data-shortname=":eek:" /> Well, I hope none of the dreams I've been having lately come true, because three dreams in a row, I've dreamt I had cancer.&nbsp; Not one kind of cancer, but my wholes body filled with it.&nbsp; The dreams have also included my ex-husband. <img src="https://cdn.jsdelivr.net/joypixels/assets/8.0/png/unicode/64/1f621.png" class="smilie smilie--emoji" loading="lazy" width="64" height="64" alt=":mad:" title="Mad&nbsp; &nbsp; :mad:"&nbsp; data-smilie="4"data-shortname=":mad:" />&nbsp;&nbsp; Even though I'm so not fond of him, I can't help worry that the dreams might have something to do w/ him and not me... force of habit I guess after worrying about him for 10 years.&nbsp; It's frustrating.. I usually go to sleep to escape what's going on in my life.&nbsp; Usually my dreams are better that real life, but not lately. <img src="https://cdn.jsdelivr.net/joypixels/assets/8.0/png/unicode/64/1f641.png" class="smilie smilie--emoji" loading="lazy" width="64" height="64" alt=":(" title="Frown&nbsp; &nbsp; :("&nbsp; data-smilie="3"data-shortname=":(" /></blockquote>

[QUOTE="AuroraGyps, post: 2059993, member: 1166"] This has happened to me a few times, but not with such an awful outcome. I once dreamt of the father of my oldest friend, of whom I hadn't seen for at least 6 or 7 years (he lived near Poughkeepskie, while I'm closer to Westchester). The next day, he walked into the store I worked in to buy a pack of smokes while he working (he woeked for the phone company). Another time, I dreamt about a friend of mine that I hadn't seen in 5 or 6 years and the next day she called me. The same thing has happened to my mom. She once had a dream that my uncle, her brother that works for the phone co. fell off a telephone pole. A few days later, my uncle's wife was on the phone with my mom and told her that a phone poll had fallen and hit my uncle, but luckily it only broke his wrise t or arm. The Weirdest thing that ever happened I was awake for. My mom and I were folding laundry, and I asked her if she'd ever had a crush on a famous person ( I was in HS at the time). She said no, but I mentioned a few names like The Beatles, Cary Grant, a couple others. She said not really, and it was the end of the conversation. The next morning, she asked me about what we were talking about and what names I had mentioned. I remembered wrong saying Clark Gable, which I kinda knew was wrong. Mom was like, "no, it was Cary Grant.... he died last night rehersing on stage about the same time were having our talk." To this day, I tell people I killed Cary Grant. :eek: Well, I hope none of the dreams I've been having lately come true, because three dreams in a row, I've dreamt I had cancer. Not one kind of cancer, but my wholes body filled with it. The dreams have also included my ex-husband. :mad: Even though I'm so not fond of him, I can't help worry that the dreams might have something to do w/ him and not me... force of habit I guess after worrying about him for 10 years. It's frustrating.. I usually go to sleep to escape what's going on in my life. Usually my dreams are better that real life, but not lately. :( [/QUOTE]

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